The Boss's Clover

Chapter 16~ A Year In The Making

Sean's POV

Over the course of the next few days, I helped Melody start to pack. I couldn't help with much since my flight back home was a couple days after Melody told me she could move in with me. I still couldn't believe she was moving in with me. I was so excited! She and I had discussed her keeping her house so when she did have to come back, she could come back to something familiar. And so Emma had a place to crash that was closer to bars.

After about a week after I arrived back home, Melody texted me, telling me to expect boxes of her shit. I smiled. It was actually happening! I would go to bed next to my love every night and wake up the next morning right next to her gorgeous face. I couldn't be happier.

As time went on, more and more of Melody's boxes arrived. And not too long after that, Melody arrived along with Roxy, K-9, Bink, and Jinx in tow.

"You're finally here!" I said, giddy at having her here. Having her home.

"I am. Help me put the dogs outside and then we can chill for a minute before my anxiety floods my system and I need to unpack everything." I nodded, leading her and the dogs to the backdoor, letting them explore their new home. We watched them for a while before, true to her word, Melody couldn't handle not cleaning up. We managed to get all of Melody essentials taken care of before we took a break for food.

"Sean, let me help!" Melody whined as I forced her to sit back down.

"No. You have enough going on in that head of yours. Let me take care of this."

"But-"

"No butts. Relax. I got this," I assured her as I got back to cooking.

"Fine, but I'm making breakfast tomorrow."

"Whatever you say, Clover."

"I'mma make waffles," She told me and I cracked a smile. Leave it to Melody to fight her internal struggles with movie humor.

"So... has it sunk in yet?" I asked after serving her and sitting down myself.

"That I now live in the UK? No, it has not. Has it sunk in that I love you enough to not only leave my state but also my country? My continent?" She countered and I blushed slightly.

"Not really, no..." I answered and she laughed.

"Want me to pack up and leave?"

"No!! Please stay!" I yelled, too loud and too fast. I probably sounded far too eager, but I did not give two shits. She couldn't leave me, not now.

"Shamrock, I'm kidding. I just got here, and I do love you enough to move away from Maine." I took a deep breath, relieved.

"You scared me, Melody. I thought you were serious. And anyway, do you know what Sunday is?"

"The end of March..." She answered.

"Are you being serious right now?"

"You didn't let me finish. Sunday is the end of March and marks roughly a year since we met. Now I did forget, but I was smart and marked my calendar which reminded me, so there's that..." She said sheepishly.

"I did the same thing," I laughed, "My phone just went off." We laughed for a while before finishing our food, taking care of the mess which Mel insisted on helping with, and unpacking as much as we could before letting the dogs in and heading to bed ourselves. I reveled in the sensation of holding her close to me at night, her scent flooding my nostrils and the feel of her incredibly soft skin flush against my body. I didn't think it was possible for me to get any happier.

I was proved wrong the next morning. I thought falling asleep next to Melody was the happiest I could be, but I realized that waking up next to her was better. Maybe it was the way she fought internally to wake up, which I thought was adorable all in itself, or maybe it was the fact that when she saw me, her whole face lit up.

"Good morning, Shamrock," She said sleepily.

"Is it a good morning?" I asked, grinning.

"No, you're right. 'Good' isn't the right word. Every morning I wake up in your arms is an excellent morning," She hummed, snuggling closer to me and taking a whiff even though we both knew she couldn't actually smell anything. But just knowing that she wanted to smell me made me happy. But then we had to get up. And Melody had to unpack while I recorded. That was Melody's routine for two days until she finally had unpacked everything, much to my amazement.

"How did you do that in two and a half days?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"I have been planning on where I could put things for a while, it was just a matter of doing it. Now, how about we get Taco Bell, which you keep insisting I need to try and I still just haven't yet."

"I've known you for a year and you still haven't tried Taco Bell?!" I asked, astounded.

"That sounds about right, yeah," She answered, a light smirk gracing her smug but beautiful face.

"You've never had Taco Bell and you hate coffee. Why do I love you again?"

"I don't know Shamrock, but you keep saying that you do so... I don't know what to tell you."

"Well, you did offer to try Taco Bell today so, you are forgiven. And I do love you even though you're wrong about coffee," I told her, kissing her softly. It didn't matter, we both melted into the touch.

"Why do I need to be forgiven, and how is my opinion wrong?" She asked after we broke apart.

"You're not in America anymore, babe. You don't have opinions anymore," I smirked.

"I knew moving in with you was a bad idea..."

"Aww, come on Clover. I'm not that bad," I whined.

"Then hush, and buy me food." And that's how we spent our Sunday evening; just us, some inside jokes, memories, and Taco Bell.